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Entertainment.

Sophie was not the one to overly indulge in festivities, but neither was she the one to deter herself from having fun, as long as she was content. The man’s words brought an entertained smirk to her face. “Yes, because nothing sobers a man up as much as prayer.” Her words held a teasing tone to them.

The officer regards the stranger from across the span of the chalice below his lip for a moment, the warm scent of wine winding invisible ribbons through his senses as a smile to match her own tugs at the edges of his mouth. “Why, my lady, it is with regret that I must disagree with you in light of a most recent revelation:” he stands, propriety beckoning his movements as his frame softens for a bow, eyes trained to the delicate expressions of the woman before him, “nothing sobers a man more than the presence of a beautiful woman.”

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juanaofspain‌:

She was glad to see that he was warming up to her, at least to the point where his shoulders didn’t look as rigid as they had a few moments ago. She took his arm and held on to it, walking alongside him as she was careful to walk on the gravel path to make sure that she wouldn’t get the hem of her dress muddy. She waited until they were deeper into the garden to speak softly towards him, a playful glint in her eye as she said, “it is no crime to relax and enjoy the day, you know.” she said, looking at him knowingly. She had been raised a princess among the young men at court, her brother included, who were relentlessly groomed with the correct posture and manners, but she knew that all of that was secondary to how they acted around people they felt comfortable around. “We’ve known each other for some time now, I promise not to berate you about proper decorum and etiquette.”

“I am sure that my father feels safer already, knowing that you are on the job to protect him.” she nodded, before she got distracted by the bush flowering with white freesias like they had in Spain, “oh mis favoritos!” she said, letting go of Nico’s arm so that she could walk to the flowering bush and take deep breaths of the new blooms. “These always remind me of home, don’t you think they are beautiful?” she asked, turning back to look at him. Giggling she shook her head, “My father is well, thank you. He is the picture of health, and we are all truly grateful for that. The English people are very different, in my experience speaking fondly of something isn’t really practiced here as much as other countries, but they seem content enough with the fact that they’ve had to welcome so many foreign courts.”

He laughs, quiet and softly stifled, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “You are most right, Your Highness. Let us enjoy the day.” He tidies his free arm behind his back, chin following the breeze which races through the strands of hair which wander across his forehead. “I imagine you have made many new acquaintances here, my lady. I should ask your advice on who to seek out as an ally within this new court system.” Nico’s eyes drift to the royal at his side before she flees from her place, his surprise granting a moment of stillness as he watches her from the path. A chuckle rises in his throat when she turns to present the flower, white and gleaming and studding the green cushion in which they sit, and for a span of time the officer isn’t sure which catches his breath more: the bejewelled shrub or the brazen innocence which alights her features.

He blinks; collects himself, eyes soft upon the Princess.

“The English are very good at saying one thing whilst meaning another entirely. It would seem every man is born a diplomat in this land.” A wry smile sweeps across his expression, a brow raising in emphasis as he meets the Infanta’s gaze before looking back to the route ahead, “You are right however, of course, their welcome has been nothing short of convivial. They have adapted with impressive haste to such a stark change in court.”

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morgauseloveshersisters

#his face tho

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// He sits at a table laid with sparing portions of bread and vegetables, a decanter of wine to the officer’s right and a chalice ushered into the gentle cradle of his right palm. “Tis the hour of none,” Nico smiles, raising a wordless toast before taking a copious sip, the bournes of his lips dampened by drink, “I would suggest you make the most of it before we find ourselves with the agony of counting down the time to Vespers.”

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juanaofspain‌:

If there was one thing that Juana often got in trouble for, it was her use of formalities and how she never remembered her place in the social order of things, but that came from a lifetime of thinking tha she was no better than anyone else because she was lucky enough to be born a princess. She thought that everyone had something unique to contribute to the world, and treated them as such. “nessuna formalità per favore,” Juana said back in italian, asking him not to feel the need to use formalities. After all, they weren’t in any official event, and her ladies were not behind her to chastise her for her lack of formality when speaking to him.

At his bow, she responded with a curtsy as her head lowered down in greeting, “Of course I did, it has been quite some time but I remember the conversations we have shared fondly.” she said, tilting her head as her hands lowered to a comfortable position by her waist, “I am happy wherever I am, if I am surrounded by my family. England is no exception,” she said, looking around the views of the garden, glad that winter had thawed into spring. “Did you arrive just recently, my lord?” she asked, wondering if her father had sent for him for a particular reason.

“Grazie, my lady.” Nico’s smile widened, his shoulders sloping only slightly in reaction to her dismissal of formality. Reared in the arms of soldiery, his mind would not allow for a complete disregard of the ceremony of tradition, an arm extending outwards to signal the suggestion for them to walk on through the courtyard, his blue eyes scanning the array of elegant flowers which studded the stone walkways. “That pleases me to hear, Principessa. Whilst those in the Empire know the Emperor and his family are here on important matters, it is not the same in his — or your — absence. I shall rest far easier knowing I am mere metres away as opposed to an ocean.”

Nico’s loyalty to the country which saved him from desolation and accepted him as a man of status was the very binding of his being; the spine in the story of his life thus far. His dedication to Juana’s father, and, by extension, Juana herself, unwavering. He was there when Rome was won, a fledgling soldier christened a man by scars and gore and the taking of life for a cause greater than his own. “Quite so, my lady. My ship docked only two nights ago — how is your father?” His hands are tucked away at the small of his back as he walks, a glance towards the fair royal at his side with every other word that flutters politely from his lips, “Do they speak well of his Empire here?”

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juanaofspain‌:

Juana had been in England for some time now, and she missed her home. She knew and was resigned to the fact that eventually she would be living somewhere else entirely and most likely never be able to go home again, but for now when she was unattached and from what she knew, not promised to anyone, she was happy to carry on and think of the bright sun and the many colors that seemed to dance around her whenever she was home. Reminiscing, she realized that her feet had carried her out from within the castle walls, to the courtyard that led to the castle gardens, the sun casting a pink flush to form on her cheeks.

She hadn’t been in the courtyard long, when she saw someone that she recognized, but hadn’t seen in such a long time, she wasn’t sure he’d know who she was at first. “Señor DeLuca, can that really be you?” she asked, a smile gracing the princess’s features as she walked over to him. Juana was only a couple of years younger than him, and they’d had a couple of conversations over the years, so she hoped that he would recognize her. “It is so nice to see a familiar face, I hope that I’ve found you well and in good health?” she asked as she stopped in front of him with her hands rested comfortably in front of her waist, for the first time really noticing how his features looked up close, and how they’d changed since the last time she’d seen him.

@nnicodemus

Nicodemus’ time in England had been short thus far, his posting and subsequent arrival upon her Springtime soil igniting a new sense of purpose and excitement within the young soldier — he’d long since marvelled at many aspects of the English’s European demeanour, and the opportunity to do so at such close quarters with ministers and men of significance within her government was one which did not come twice within a lifetime for a man like himself. Those present were aware that with each new dawn history was being written, and Nico was determined that Rome’s history would weave into the tales told for generations to come.

His surprise at being addressed so directly by the Princess carried itself within a blink and the gentle formality of his tone, “Princess Juana...Vostra Altezza Reale.” A bow accompanies the Italian’s words, palm pressed against his midriff before his head lifts to meet her gaze, “— Ciao; buenos días, I am most humbled you recognised me after all this time.” His lips flicker into a smile as he straightens, his eyes doing well to resist roaming the delicate planes of her countenance, “Indeed, you find me very well. I trust you can claim the same? How is England treating you, my lady?”

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☆ ━ ━ OUT OF THE WAY ! can’t you see NICODEMUS DE LUCA, a GENERAL of THE HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE coming this way ? i hear HE is PROGRESSIVE, but also INTEMPERATE. HE seems to remind everyone of SHIELDS ORNAMENTED WITH GILDED LIONS, THE DEEP BELLOW OF A LONE BATTLE CRY, .&. THE DELICACY OF A WOMAN’S CARESS. hopefully one day HE will succeed in HIS ambition to ASSERT HIS COUNTRY’S MILITARY AUTHORITY, but then again, the court is a dangerous place. one can only hope HE will keep HIS head…

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someone: we both said some things we didn't mean

me, thinking about how i was right and absolutely meant everything i said: ......... sure did, pal

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katiemcgrath

For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the death of kings; how some have been deposed; some slain in war, some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; some poison’d by their wives: some sleeping kill’d; all murder’d. — Richard II. Act III, Scene II.

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rhaenyrra

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gracebriarwoodwrites

I was not born with a battle cry in my heart to be satisfied with a stalemate.

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miaiphonos-ares

Fierce-hearted Ares, crafty master of battle, lord of war, spirit of war, leader of men, inspirer of deeds, stormer of stone-walled cities, with mighty arm you brandish the spear, you shake the shield. I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Ares, destroyer of men, fearsome one who stalks the battlefield, who holds the ruddy standard of war; insatiate you are of battle and of blood. In your name do men do what is base, what is needful. I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Stalwart Ares, strong of heart and firm of will, stout of arm and great of spirit, your mettle undoubted, your vigor unequaled. Of nerve and of courage you know much, O god who endures. I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Ares who stands between the weak and the strong, who stands before the gates, tirelessly, endlessly, defender of cities, protector of homes, Ares who holds off the hordes of chaos, kind one, I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Brave Ares, granter of strength to the weak, courage to the meek, voice to the silent, will to the timid, hope and raw grit to those whose cause seems lost. Ares, who knows the worth of those whose back is to the wall, I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

“Litany to Ares” Taken from GreekPagan.com (via miaiphonos-ares)

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plasticblisss

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deactivated56778990-deactivated

Forget about prince charming. Go for the wolf. He can see you better, hear you better and eat you better.

Wolf’s angel (via but-you-promisedx)

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